That memory hit me like a tidal wave and washed me over with a feeling of utter pain and hurt. My heart had began racing, increasing its beats by the minute, causing my fingers to have a death grip on the edge of the dining table.
This didn't go unnoticed by my family and an empathetic feeling enveloped the room. My mom was the first to notice my heavy breathing and steered the conversation away from the current topic.
I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clear away these forming tears. I returned to the table and ensured them that I was fine before I abruptly went to my room
This time it is going to be different, I told myself. I wont let this memory consume me again. I instead occupy myself with the one thing that has always gotten me through a rough day. I stay there in the dark singing and staring at the blank ceiling as I drift into oblivion..
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It's school again. Just another Wednesday to me but something has changed. There's something slightly different about the way everyone is acting. Maybe its the weather, the death. Oh yes, the death.
The class has been bickering and muttering all morning for whatever reason they choose.
" Attention everyone" called Mrs. Shannon ,our home room teacher.
The class was now in silence, mostly. She beagn
"As many of you know one of students Lea Hudson has lost her Grandmother recently and the class will be giving a tribute at her memorial service"
Suggestions for a song immediately began blaring out from all across the room and a few good ones went out. They finally suggested a good song and all agreed.
"The memorial will be this Friday,can I see a raise of hands of those who'd like to attend?" She continued
Most of the class indicated both Demitri and I included.
The bell soon rang and we all filed out to attend first period.
YES.
CHEMISTRY
HOLLAND
I don't know what it is about this girl that has got me so intrigued but there's something there.
Trust me.
We are all seated and Ms. Wilson is at the board, explaining a new concept and this time I'm actually focused. Holland is seated in the back still. I don't know why she hasn't changed her seat as yet.
I wonder if she's piercing holes into the back of my head
Maybe
Maybe not.
I sit there in the stillness of the day and the thought just had to come prying in. I shake it off quickly and get back to my happy mood, well my version of happiness is relative right now.
The bell soon rings and before Holland has the chance to disappear again I quickly gather my things and race to the back of the class. Luckily she isn't gone and so I make my way over to her.
" Holland" I spoke with some amount of confidence in my tone
" Holly, call me Holly" she requested
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